Big Daddy Devi

[The Devious One]

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[WELCOME TO THE MAGICK]

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devin mikael gartmoth iii

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male : twenty four : the soul shop owner : voo doo wannabe

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Character Appearance:

Six foot five - it's been rumored that he had surgery to get this tall - with a stubbly red cap of hair, an on-again off-again mustache and goatee, and pale as sin. His eyes are devil marked, seared black as hell with the taint of the magick that fills his every breath, matching those peeling cracked lips over shockingly pristine white teeth. A looming behemoth in stained and ripped leather - leather jacket, leather pants, leather boots... Big Daddy Devi never wears a shirt, and his chest is marred with little scars from his necklace of crystal glass shards - where he keeps the souls he hasn't eaten just yet, matching morbidly with the ring of scar tissue encircling his left wrist with the same adornment of unclean shivs. Did we forget to mention the voice? A thick rolling brogue, deep baritone to resonate with the soul with a Scot's heavy tongue, and he has no idea where it came from. He just woke up one day with an accent, and kept it ever since.

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a haze of smoke

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Character History/Personality:

Devin the Third was born to the traditional Fat Cat family of snobs and pedigree. From the moment he was five years old, the little twit was running into the Slums to get his cheap thrills at others' expense. When puberty hit, the rebellious slumming hit a whole new peak - he found an abandoned building to squat in and experiment with drugs. That's when King Bones found him.

King Bones found him, took him in, and taught him up good. [How to break windshields just right for those shards of soul glass, how to stab the eyes to get the best goo layer, to dip them in the vats of his special blend of glass color... Voo Doo King Bones had an apprentice, and treated him like a Prince.]

No more meth for Devin the Third, no more 'the Third' attached to his name - no, now he was Devious. The Devious One: King Bones' right hand man.

That's when greed reared it's ugly head - Devious hated not being the center of attention, and once he got his shit together, he got sneaky - and Devi stole King Bones' newest drug and ran off with it back to the Slums where he tested and tested until he got it just just right. [Countless skeletons litter the basement of the Soul Shop, Devi uses their skulls as disco balls.] Devi himself painted the word Soul on his shop's sign as he settled in and got comfortable. The Soul Shop was now in business, and life's never been better. [Unless you're the one addicted to that black black magick.]

Except for the occasional feud between his loyal addicts and Bones' druggies. Voo Doo wars in the streets. [You do not want to be in the middle of Voo Doo wars, man. Get the fuck outta that alleyway and hide in a new ditch or die.] Big Daddy Devi takes care of his own, he gives them a place to sleep and a shower once a week.

Oh he misses life as Fat Cat sometimes, but what's life without a little adventure, hm? And whenever that craving to go back gets just too strong, he lights up a new batch and forgets all about Little Sister Claire, and Cousin Johnathon.

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THE BURN OF MAGICK ON YOUR LIPS
the blackness of hell in your eyes

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